Disclaimer: This story is made completely from request from a friend which means the OC, Voltaire, is not mine. I am writing this story for Red Cr0w and I do hope it is to their liking and to everyone else's as well. I do NOT own Bleach or Voltaire.

Summary:Byakuya Kuchiki, a stoic noble and Captain of the 6th Division, for all important pretenses, holds back any and all objects of his past from anyone. Aside from Hisana, not even Rukia knows about the life he spent with a woman whom claimed his heart for nearly 8 years. Even as he stands alone as the leader of the Kuchiki clan, his heart still aches for the person he truly loved. He is able to keep up this façade until he is sent with a recon team to Zaraki to investigate a sudden surge of reiatsu. When they arrive, what will Byakuya do when he finds the woman who disappeared all those years ago beaten and broken and without any memory of him at all?


Castle Of Glass

Chapter 5: Fly Me Up On A Silver Wing

"Captain Kurotsuchi, what are you doing here?" Jyuushiro's tight hold loosened around V's arms.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" His honey yellow teeth made V grimace lightly.

"What do you mean?" Ukitake turned fully to the robot captain.

"I've come for Voltaire. I have certain...procedures I must conduct on her." Poured from his thin and painted lips.

"Procedures?" V gulped at the thought. The very idea made her skin crawl.

"Yes, that's right. You are quite an interesting girl and I'd like to find out what makes you tick."

"What are you talking about, Kurotsuchi? What procedures do you think you'll be doing?" Ukitake asked.

"I told you." His smile faded, he hated how clueless people can be. "She's an interesting specimen. I'd like to find out why my computers are malfunctioning when her DNA is introduced."

"When did you get any of my DNA?!" V involuntarily barked at the Egyptian-like man.

His nefarious grin returned. "You think the only one working on you while you were unconscious in the infirmary was the medical staff? How naïve."

"Kurotsuchi. Explain." His smile once again faded.

"I had my lieutenant collect blood samples from your bandages. Rest assured, subject, she did not defile you in any way."

"What the hell?! You don't just go around stealing people's old bandages! That's...that's just weird!" She shook lightly.

"Honestly. Subjects shouldn't complain so much. It's unsightly!" He reached for her wrist. "Now come with me, subject. We have work to do." He started to pull her in his direction only to have her resist.

"No! Get off me!" V tried to free herself.

"Stop resisting! It will only take a moment and you won't feel anything! Quit whining!" He scowled.

"No! Stop!" A strange, ominous almost suffocating feeling rose in V's chest. Something was wrong.

"Captain Kurotsuchi, wait a moment." Jyuushiro stopped the 12th Division leader. "Maybe you sh-"

"Jyuushiro!" A familiar voice caught the trio's attention.

"Ichigo-kun."

"Hey guys. Byakuya wanted me to tell you he found something in the computers in the Research and Development place."

"The fool is looking through my computers?!" Mayuri took off in the direction Ichigo came from not forgetting to take a final glance at the compelling specimen he was forced to leave behind.

"Ichigo-kun, what did he find?" Ukitake gathered the teen's attention after his eyes watched the fading form of the deranged captain.

"Ah, right." Ichigo turned back to the snowy-haired captain and his companion. "He said that when someone named Voltaire was found in the Rukongai, the collection of reishi surrounding her was from a different dimension altogether."

"What?!" Both Ukitake and V were left wide-eyed and gaping. "That can't be!" He turned to the smaller form that stood behind him and she flinched.

"Do you know anything about this?" He questioned.

"N-no...I don't no what's going on." V took a deep, shaky breath. "Why was I found there? Why does it matter if I can't remember talking to that man? What's hap-" Suddenly, V's eyes dilated, she heaved a deep sigh and she collapsed.

"Voltaire?! What's wrong?! Voltaire...?!"


"...ire? ...ltaire? Hey, Voltaire!" A rough shaking woke the thin woman from a deep sleep. "Hey, are you alright?" A rooted tone flooded her senses.

"Nnn...Byakuya?" Emerald orbs peeked through pale red eyelashes and up at a raven-haired, pale-faced man who towered over the body they belonged to.

"You fell asleep." A light chuckle escaped his thins lips as the woman sat up and rubbed the sleep from her heavy eyes. Yawning she draped her out-stretched arms around Byakuya's neck and closed the distance between them.

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry..." Voltaire's tone was languid and slow as slim but strong arms returned her embrace.

"It's fine. I just wasn't expecting you fall asleep so quickly." He smiled at her weak groan and second yawn. "Still sleepy?"

"A little..." She released the larger man from her lazy grasp and peered at his sharp features before returning his sweetened visage. "You look nice when you smile." She commented. "I like it."

"I may look nice," he repeated, "but you are beautiful."

Voltaire's grin widened as her high cheeks grew to a rosy color. "Sh-shut up...!" She playfully pushed him away.

"Voltaire~!" He cupped her face with both hands and puckered his lips jokingly and forced them against her cheeks.

Voltaire cracked in laughter and pushed him back.

"Knock it off, Byakuya! Quit it!" She giggled and went down with a 'thud' when he forced her to the ground. "What are you doing, baka?!" Her laughter faded when Byakuya gave her a calm but serious look. "B-Byakuya...?"

"I'm not lying, Voltaire...you are beautiful." Voltaire's blush deepened to a crimson tint. "I honestly don't think I've met anyone with a brighter smile." He leaned close enough to feel the breath leave her mouth. "And I know I will never meet someone as breathtaking as you ever again." He closed the distance between the two of them, catching her lips with his own before she was able to react.

Almost immediately, she sunk into the depths that was Byakuya, captured by the essence that slowly encased her and surrounded them both. She moaned lightly into the kiss and laced her fingers into his loose, kenseiken-less midnight locks, tugging gently to signal a need to break for air.

When he released her, his lips never left her skin. The thin webs traveled from her jawline down to her neck and, sucking lightly on the loose flesh, he left behind a darkened mark in his wake. Voltaire gripped the loose fabric that hung from his shoulders as he pecked the exposed skin between the mounds that rested beneath a disheveled kimono.

"Byakuya..." She whispered. "Mmnnh..." When he raised his head to meet her eyes, his were not the only ones clouded with desire; with lust.

"Voltaire..." He pressed his lips against hers again.

"We can't...not here..." She breathed.

"I can't wait any longer." He spoke. "I haven't had you like this for 2 weeks. I'm sorry," he offered, "but I can't hold back right now." He kissed her again, this time more forcefully than before. He was growing impatient.

"Wait...! Byakuya, w-we can't do this here!"

"I told you." He pushed his hands between their bodies and untied his obi earning an incredulous gasp from the woman who laid beneath him. "I can't wait any longer." He stole another hungry kiss before gently tugging open the kimono covering the prize he was anything but secretly wishing for. "I need you."

As he pulled the colored sash from around Voltaire's waist, the white robe fell open, revealing perfect plump mountains and pale toned skin.

"Beautiful." He whispered.

Taking in all that was presented before him, he tucked his hands beneath the lithe figure and pulled her up into his lap. She now straddled him and let her arms dangle around his neck. He stared into the forest green orbs that now shook in anticipation. She went to speak but stopped as the words wouldn't form.

"What's wrong?" He sensed her hesitation and stopped in his tracks. "Do you not want to?"

"N-no..! I want to, i-it's just...I...wanted to tell you..."

"What is it?"

"I-I..." She couldn't gather the strength enough to finish her sentence but the message was quite clear.

Byakuya smiled sweetly. "It's enough." He said, closing his eyes.

He lifted her so she put her weight on her crouched knees and opened his already loosened hakama to reveal and pulsing, throbbing member that ached for the woman who completely captivated him. He pulled away the fabric that still covered Voltaire's lower body. Positioning at her entrance, he gently pushed her hips down and plunged into her.

"Ahh...AHH! B-Byahh..." She could barely form the words. He pulled her up and pushed her down once more. "AHH! Ngh! Byakuya!" He continuously pumped her, making her rise and fall on his leaking cock.

"V-Voltaire..." He breathlessly called out to her.

"B-Byakuya...i-it's so hard for me...!" Voltaire practically screamed his name as she grew closer and closer to the edge. "I can't...for much longer..."

Byakuya understood all to well what she was saying. He was nearing his climax and the continuous, deafening moans crawling out of the throat of his lover wasn't helping in keeping him from it. Finally, with just a few more plunges into the sweet darkness, they were both sent over the edge. Voltaire screamed his name, arched her back and dug her nails deep into the now exposed back of the man ravishing her.

"Byakuya...!"


"Will she be okay?" A snowy-haired captain asked the blond one who had recently taken over the 4th Division duties as medical staff.

"Dunno yet." He replied, sighing in defeat as he knew there was no real way of finding out until she woke back up. "She'll have ta wake up, and soon, so we can find that out." Shinji finished as he leaned against the door fame they stood in front of.

They both turned to the lavender-haired lieutenant inside the room when she called for them.

"Captain Hirako! She's talking!" He rushed in with Ukitake following close behind. They approached him just in time to hear her words, gaping simultaneously as they heard them.

"Nnngh...Byakuya...!"


Took too long to update, I know but tests upon tests upon tests can really kill your motivation to write and causes some serious writer's black, ya know? REVIEW!